Kuai Chuan: My host was targeted by Xing Jiao again

Sheng Mingxi, who was sitting between the two of them, seemed to feel that it was inappropriate for him to sit on the main seat, but since the meeting was still going on right now, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue sitting.

Due to the appearance of Zhefeng and Sheng Minghao at the shareholders meeting of Shengshi Media, the civil strife was quickly quelled.

Wait until the last minority shareholder left the conference room.

Sheng Minghao said to his assistant, "Enke, go and get the artist signing contract that I prepared earlier in my office. By the way, I also brought the script that was prepared before, as well as the documents for the magazine shooting. By the way Bring Su Pei over here."

"Yes." Anke nodded, turning around to leave.

"I... I'll help you find Sister Su Pei..." The atmosphere between these two people is not right, and it must be the Shura field if they stay.

As witty as Sheng Mingxi, without saying a word, he chased An Ke and left the conference room.

Right now, the entire meeting room is empty of outsiders.

Zhefeng lifted the collar of Sheng Minghao's chest, "Be clear, when did I become a member of your Sheng family?"

"Didn't you agree to come to Shengshi Media to be an artist... the contract is about to be signed..." Seeing that Zhefeng seemed a little angry, Sheng Minghao was a little confused.

People from the Sheng family?

An artist from the Sheng family? ?

"Cough!" Zhefeng let go of Sheng Minghao's collar, and kindly flattened him along the way.

"Hey, then... why did you tell them that from now on, what I say in Shengshi Media is equivalent to what you say??"

"Didn't you say so before you came here? After coming to Shengshi Media, I've already promised you that I'll do everything according to your winks. Whatever you say is what you say."

Sheng Minghao, a big dog, with a wolf's tail between his legs, has an honest face.

tsk...

It is true that he is not lightly ill.

The dignified CEO of Shengshi Media suddenly became mentally like a child,

In a few or two sentences, he almost handed over the prosperous world to others.

There was such an oolong.

Zhefeng is angry and funny.

He supported the edge of the conference table with one hand and sat on the conference table, looking at Sheng Minghao in front of him with a serious face, "Is that why you trust me?"

Sheng Minghao sat on the chair, raised his hand, and pulled Zhefeng's wrist.

Feeling the faint sense of security under the beating of Zhefeng's pulse.

Sheng Minghao raised his neck and brought his face closer to Zhefeng, "You are not someone else."

bang...

Several folders fell to the ground.

Assistant An Ke picked up the folder on the ground with a look of panic, "I'm sorry to bother you."

bang bang bang...

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the meeting room.

Su Pei, the ace manager of Shengshi Media, walked in with a pair of high heels and a platinum bag with a smile on his face.

Exquisite and capable, this is Zhefeng's first impression of Su Pei.

"Mr. Sheng, what do you want me to do?" Su Pei first smiled at Zhefeng friendly, and then asked.

"The company's new artist. I want you to bring him." Sheng Minghao cut to the chase.

"Of course no problem." Seeing Zhefeng, Su Pei immediately responded with a smile.

She took the document from Anke.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Zhefeng in a low voice, he left the meeting office of the board of directors with Zhefeng on the pretext of arranging the next schedule.

Zhefeng away.

The temperature on Sheng Minghao's body disappeared. He first thought for a moment, and then said coldly to An Ke who was beside him, "Go and check the surveillance cameras around the car where I got into an accident."

"Also, check again, which places and people has been in and out of that old fellow Feng Xi recently."

"Okay, Mr. Sheng."